"Young Master Chu, shall we leave now?" Tian Hengqi glanced at the stage and asked in a low voice.

"Is that the little peony?"

Chu Mufeng also subconsciously looked at the stage. On the stage, there was a young woman in costume, singing a tune with a loud voice, and there were about a dozen well-dressed performers standing next to her.

Even wearing costumes and heavy makeup, Chu Mu Feng could tell that this woman with a voice as loud as an oriole was absolutely beautiful.

"Yes, she is Little Peony!" Tian Hengqi nodded in response.

"Well, let's go!"

Chu Mufeng didn't have the leisurely mood to watch a movie, so he turned around and walked away.

When we walked out of Jingxiang Tower, the sky had just darkened outside.

"Old Tian, ​​please go back, thank you for your hard work!"

"Section Chief, what are you talking about? If you need anything, just say hello!"

Tian Hengqi expressed his attitude, and then without any ink, he directly called a rickshaw driver to leave.

Naturally, Pei Dongchang stepped forward to serve Chu Mufeng.

"Dongchang, tell me about Li Mingli's situation!" Chu Mufeng said as he walked.

Since Pei Dongchang came here to keep an eye on Li Mingli, how could he not do any homework at all? He said calmly when he heard the question.

"Section Chief, don't look at this Li Mingli who looks like a dog. In fact, he is really not a good bird. Because I am the boss of Qinghua Hall, he is full of dandy behavior, carrying cages and frames to fight with crickets, and...

There are current actors and actresses who are very deft at playing..."

Pei Dongchang said, Chu Mufeng listened.

After walking like this for almost ten minutes, Pei Dongchang finally finished explaining what he had learned.

Chu Mufeng nodded and warned with deep eyes: "Dongchang, send someone to keep an eye on this Li Mingli. Just remember where he goes every day and who he meets, and report back every day."

"Yes, section chief!"

Pei Dongchang left directly after receiving the order.

On the way back, Chu Mufeng randomly found a braised pork and barbecue restaurant, walked in and sat down.

When it comes to this braised stew, it is a specialty of the old city of Beiping, and most people basically like it.

There was a large pot standing at the entrance of the store, with a pile of pig groceries stacked inside, including small intestines, lungs and fried tofu.

The old soup in the pot is rolling and emitting an alluring fragrance, making people salivate just looking at it.

In the basket next to it are self-made flatbread cookies, which are particularly delicious when soaked in old soup.

"Bring a big bowl of braised pork!"

"Okay, sir, please sit down and you'll be ready soon!"

Soon the boss brought over a large bowl of stewed stew, sprinkled with minced garlic, chili oil, and a cluster of green scallions.

The biscuits are soft but not sticky, and the meat is rotten but not bad. The strongest flavor among them is the pig intestines, which are soft in the mouth and have no peculiar smell. The more you chew, the more delicious they become.

Chu Mufeng saw the movement of his index finger, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.

At this moment, two people walked in from outside. One of them wiped the sweat from his forehead with his clothes, and started yelling as soon as he stepped across the threshold.

"Hey, Lao Niu, what? You didn't see our two brothers coming, so why don't you hurry up and get busy? Looking at the way you are sitting steadily, are you thinking about how to make more money from us?"

"Fuck you uncle!"

The boss who was in charge of the ladle, his name was Lao Niu, smiled and scolded him, "It's dinner time, why don't I wait for you to feed me? Otherwise, you would have to overturn the trough so that no one can eat!"

"Ha ha!"

The people around suddenly burst into laughter.

This is the life at the bottom of old Beiping City. There is not so much particularity. Everyone likes to open their mouths and shut up to act poor. In just a short time, the shop became noisy and lively.

Chu Mufeng also smiled knowingly: The people are still simple.

"Old Niu, here are two big bowls of stewed rice, one plate of peanuts, one plate of cucumbers, and one plate of aspic!"

"Hey, Lin San'er, are you going out to pick up money?"

Lao Niu was teasing while preparing the dishes, and soon the ordered items were brought out smoothly.

"I'm treating you tonight. I'll treat Third Brother to a drink." The person opposite was the one who wanted to answer.

"Sandoku, what kind of show are you singing? Did you pick up the money?" Lao Niu looked at the other person and said.

"What kind of money can you get? How can you get such good things! Don't I just like to listen to Third Brother telling stories? I haven't listened to it for a few days, and I feel weird, so I want to treat Third Brother to a drink." San Dezi said naively

said.

"Old Niu, why are you talking so much nonsense? Hurry up and get a bottle of wine." Lin San waved his hand and said.

"Come on, you are the master! Whatever you say is what it is!"

Lin San, who was wearing a linen T-shirt, had a slender face, red eyes, a mustache, and dark skin. Although he looked thin, he had a strong body.

After Lao Niu brought the wine, he and Sandoku began to chat while eating and drinking.

At first, Chu Mu Feng didn't take it seriously because it was Lin San who was bragging all over the world.

From their chat, Chu Mufeng also judged that both of them were rickshaw pullers.

However, after three glasses of wine, the content of their chat changed, which also attracted Chu Mufeng's attention.

"Third brother, have you heard? The owner Huang of the antique shop you brought from Jingxiang Building was hit by someone two days ago. He died miserably. It is said that he didn't even sleep a wink. Let me tell you, just think about it.

Terrified."

San Dezi picked up the wine glass, touched it with Lin San, took a sip and said.

"Sandoku, are you trying to get something out of your third brother?" Lin San asked after putting down his glass.

"Oh, third brother, look at what you said, how dare I! What else can I say, and who can I tell you by telling it to you? Isn't this the end of our idle chat?"

"Others don't know, but I don't know. Every time Huang Zhang Zhang comes to Jingxiang Tower, you drag him back. I don't think he was killed, so he rushed here as soon as possible." Three

Dezi leaned forward and looked concerned.

"Third brother, aren't I afraid that you are also in danger?"

"Am I in danger? What danger can we men be in?"

Lin San waved his hands nonchalantly and said nonchalantly: "Come on, I know you are thinking about me and are afraid that something will happen to my brother, but you really are overthinking this matter."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "What can happen to me? Your third brother is just a stinky rickshaw puller. He doesn't have much money. Who would be so full that he would cause trouble for his brother!"

"hey-hey!"

San Dezi smiled honestly and said nonchalantly: "I just think that this person is really living his life blindly!"

"Tell me how wealthy Boss Huang was, but he was killed like that. If he died like this, wouldn't you, third brother, lose an income?"

"Well, what you said is quite right."

Lin San watched San Dezi pick up the jug and fill it for himself, then raised the cup and took a sip, and said with regret: "Every time Boss Huang comes to Jingxiang Building, he always takes my car back.

I will give you more every time. Once he dies, the debt will be gone. You can tell me how boring this thing is!"

"Hey, who would have thought of such a thing? Boss Huang is having a bad time."

"Don't say you didn't expect this, I just guessed that something would happen!"

Lin San put down the wine cup, pinched a few peanuts and threw them into his mouth. While eating, he said, "Let me tell you, when I pulled him back last time, I felt something was wrong with him and he kept mumbling something."

"What are you talking about?" San Dezi pricked up his ears and asked curiously.

"Let me think!"

Lin San scratched his scalp, frowned and thought for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said: "I remember, what he said, Fatty Liang, if you want to die, that's your business, I won't die with you. Yes, that's it, all the time

He’s scolding Fatty Liang!”

"At that time, I was still wondering who this Fatty Liang was that could make Boss Huang so angry. Who would have thought that before I could figure it out, Boss Huang would leave!" Lin San shook his head with regret on his face.

Fatty Liang!

Hearing Chu Mu Feng here, his interest suddenly aroused. This is really a turn of events.

I found nothing from Li Mingli in Jingxiang Building, but I heard this unexpected clue in this small braised pork and BBQ restaurant.

Who is Fatty Liang?

Maybe as long as we find Fatty Liang, we can get more reliable clues.

It seems that I have to work overtime tonight, so I will focus on checking whether there is anyone named Fatty Liang among Huang Zhang's social relationships.

As long as there is a fat man named Liang, it should be easy to target him.

"But we have to ask the rickshaw driver again!"

After wiping his mouth, Chu Mufeng walked to the table, patted Lin San on the shoulder, and in his doubtful eyes, he showed his ID and shook it.

"Police Department Detective Team, come out with me and ask you something!"
To be continued...